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I don’t know What ails the angels Maybe they are tired Of trying to guard me And save me From my demons I picture them exhausted, On a street curb Smoking a Marlboro Menthol Begging for rest. Maybe that’s what ails The angels. -L. Frost

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Published: Dec 13, 2020
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